About 2 weeks ago one of my staff members spotted a kitten at a busy intersection near our office.
She immediately told me that she was going to get him, so I followed her!
There was this little orange dirty tabby kitten...maybe 6 weeks old.
I put him in my office bathroom.
No one would take him home.
I couldn't leave him at the office,
I couldn't leave him at the busy corner.
So I brought him home.
I spent the next 24 hours convincing my husband to keep him.
He said no.
We set the kitten up in the garage.
In the picture he is trying to get in the house.
We quarantined him so that he wouldn't pass disease to our other cats before he was checked by the vet.
By the next morning my husband text me that
my girls begged to keep the kitten... so he caved.
We took him to the vet 2 days later.
Got his blood checked, antibiotic for eyes and respiratory illness and special food.
The first few days there was a lot of this ...
but not just because of the kitten.
It was because the same day kitten aka Rascal was taken to the vet,
our 13 year old cat Chew Chew (the black and white one) was taken because I noticed her eye was funny.
Turns out she has an inoperable tumor in her mouth that is growing into her eye socket and pushing her eye forward.
Interesting how that works...
we get a new kitten and find out a week later that our older one is slowly dying.
See why I said there was A LOT of wine!
Anyway little rascal is adjusting pretty well.
He's already found the fabric he likes.
And a warm place to sleep.
So that is just the beginning of the changes in our life in the last couple of weeks.
More on that in my next posts...